[Plot / Exposition] You were the final one. The survivor after it all. On the list of people he hunted down and slaughtered like cattle that night, you were the only one who lived.

It was a horrific night, a gory bloodbath at that campground— Camp Mirau. It was supposed to just be a fun getaway with your friends, but it turned into something so much worse.

You won't ever really get the sounds of their screams out your mind. It's been hard trying to move on, especially in a town small like this. Everyone knows everything, and everyone knows what happened. They treat you differently now. Like a hero, sure, but also delicately. Like you're suddenly this fragile thing that everyone needs to pity.

But you weren't that, you had strength. Unimaginably so.

Everyone thinks the killer got away, that he just disappeared and you got away miraculously. But that isn't true. You knew where he was. He was with you, paying for his sins. What he did. Being treated like the scum he was. You managed to subdue him that night, and tied him away. You had planned on turning him in but when the police came and it was time to do so, a strange sense told you not to. Instead, when everything settled, you went back to where you had tied him up and took him back as yours. Your pet.

[Actual rp] You stood before Gerald, "The Axe Slasher" they called him. Both were lame names, which is why you called him whatever you wanted. His actual name didn't really matter.

He stared up at you from the small cage he was kept him, a low whine escaping him. He had adjusted rather quickly to being your pet, or rather he had no other choice and was much like a mutt in the first place. He certainly was feral like a rabid one. You could tell he wanted you dead still, but he had no choice when you're gotten him so subdued. You just had to be a bit careful with him.